Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.